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[This isn't so much an accidental video as it is a deeply impulsive one, because some people never learn. The feed clicks on to show Ken, still dressed in a coat and scarf with snow melting on his shoulders, standing in an apartment kitchen surrounded by brown paper shopping bags, holding the camera about a foot or so from his face.]

Hey, guys. I have a question.

[Serious face on.]

Is it starve a fever and feed a cold? Or is it the other way round? See, my roommate's sick and I just got all this stuff and I don't normally - I don't get colds so I'm kinda... what do you do for them? Should she be eating or not and is packet soup okay, I'm not that great at cooking or anything so I don't wanna poison her and - and maybe I should call a doctor.

Okay. Is there a doctor out there? Who isn't Muraki? I think I need a doctor. Not for me!

Current Mood: anxious

[Well, someone isn't looking too healthy.

[Ken looks like he's been fighting, and quite possibly up all night. One of his eyes is swollen shut, there's an obvious bruise on his jaw and a cut on his brow. Honestly, he should just stop trying to walk to take-outs. Nothing good ever comes of it.

[As to what he's doing now, he's trying to prise a purple stone off his forehead with his fingernails using the Dreamberry camera as a mirror, because it shouldn't be there and it needs to go and if he was in the bathroom he'd have to stand. The obvious downside to this - that if the camera's on he's being recorded - doesn't seem to have occurred to him. Maybe if he didn't feel so damn tired--]

Ow!

[He rubs at his brow. All he's done is give himself a rather nasty-looking scratch.]

Dammit.

[Ken sighs. Rubs one eye with the heel of his hand. Clearly this isn't working and he needs a better plan. Getting up, he wanders around for a moment and returns with a pair of craft scissors. He slumps heavily back down before the camera, carefully opening the scissors so the blades are bared. On that note, the feed times out.

[Somebody save this idiot from himself. Please.]

Current Mood: exhausted

[Ken's set the Dreamberry up against a book; he's slumped opposite it, chin resting on one wrist. The picture is slightly crooked, and he reaches out to steady the screen.

[Then he glares at it, as if it personally has done him some grave disservice.]

So, these dream... post things. What right have we got to be seeing this stuff?

[I'm looking at you, Dreamberry. Ken glares a bit more, then sighs.]

This ain't TV, right? It's... someone else's head in here. It's private and this thing's dishing it up like it was a stupid drama or something and it's - you're all, why not watch it if it's there? Like TV. And everyone does it and it starts seeming so normal and... and what the Hell's with that, why's that supposed to be okay now just because it's everywhere and--

Look, I'm not saying I'm better than anyone else, I do it too and I don't know why I ever figured it was just fine to, it's not a show and... and... Damn, I hate this place!

[And off.]

Current Mood: wtf is my problem anyway

[The video cuts in to show Ken frowning down into the camera, breathing a little too hard and too fast, and biting his lip. Clearly he is looking for something in one of the Dreamberry's menus, jabbing at the keys beneath the screen; just as clearly he triggered the video feed in the process. The image shakes: he's grasping the Dreamberry as firmly as he can, but it doesn't seem to stop his hands from trembling. Confusion crosses his face for a moment or two as he tries to work out why the screen's changed, then he mutters a frustrated curse, but the audio doesn't seem to pick it up.

[The picture cartwheels madly as he tosses the Dreamberry onto the bank he's sitting on. When it lands and the tumbling stops, the screen shows nothing but a slice of sky, thin skeins of clouds drifting overhead. Sixty seconds later, the feed times out.]

[OOC: Ken's been dead for a week after Muraki murdered him, and has lost his voice as a penalty. Replies will be in the form of text messages, or possibly charades.]

Current Mood: what is this i don't even

Huh.

[Ken stands in his living room holding the Dreamberry. He checks it's recording, then sets it on the arm of the couch. He picks up a small hi-bounce ball and throws it overarm against the living-room wall. It bounces off; he catches it in his palm. He repeats the process a couple more times just to be sure, then pockets the ball and picks up the Dreamberry again.]

Okay. Okay.

[He walks up to the wall. Taps it. Leans against it. Scrapes at the paint with a fingernail. Sticks his hand through it. Takes it out. Looks at it. Looks at the wall. Repeats the process a couple more times then - clearly bracing himself - walks forward.

[For a moment the recording goes black. When the screen flickers back into life, it's to give everybody at home a good view of the corridor outside his apartment.]

Is anybody else having problems with their walls?

Current Mood: confused

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Video 11 → Flu Season.

Video 10 → I See No Way This Carefully-Laid Plan Could Possibly Fail.

Video 09 → Ken, On Dreams

Video 08 → My Mistakes, Numbers 4,926 - 5,101

Video 06 → I think I broke something.